Tag Archives: Ciaran McCourt

Saturday 3 February 2018 ‘Are you sure this is going to work?’ Ciaran wanted to have faith in Jeremy’s plan, but it seemed nothing short of utter stupidity. Jeremy paused, stilled his mind, and tried to sound as if he … Continue reading →

Wednesday 24 – Thursday 25 January 2018 The bells of St. Stephen rang out on the hour, every hour. It was a comforting sound for Gina, reminding her that she was at home and safe. Only today, she didn’t feel … Continue reading →

Monday 15 – Wednesday 17 January 2018 After inviting himself into Wakefield Manor, Korsakov settled in the ballroom with a glass of single malt whiskey. He’d helped himself to the bar, just as he intended to help himself to anything … Continue reading →

Saturday 6 – Monday 8 January 2018 ‘Mr Groban, do you want to explain to us again, exactly how did you come to lose your finger?’ DS Sharon James wasn’t sure of the details, but she knew where Anthony Groban’s … Continue reading →

Monday 1 – Tuesday 2 January 2018 Detective Sergeant James tilted the box from side to side and watched as the finger rolled each way. She’d seen a lot in her years of service, but never a severed finger. She … Continue reading →

Sunday 24 – Tuesday 26 December 2017 Ten minutes after taking the call, Ciaran was standing at the pick-up point waiting for Jeremy and Brennan to arrive. Storm clouds settled overhead, and if they didn’t pick him up soon, Ciaran … Continue reading →

Sunday 17 December 2017 From the folly at Wakefield Manor, Gina could just see St. Stephen’s spire as it rose above the woodland tree line. It hadn’t always been that way. The Great War had destroyed the original spire, and … Continue reading →